Away I go into the
Wild blue yonder
Away from a hole on the
South side of
Hellacious at the cross
Streets of
71st and Woodlawn
Artists' Row my
Donkey
Wouldn't subject itself to
The sad sack corner store
Front that souled out to
Kids and junkies
50 yards from where
I no longer
Lay me down to sleep
Where I don't hafta
Pray to keep myself and
My belongings safe
One eye open on the
Front and back of my
Head
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